Warning: I post a lot about Glee.
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twitter has wasted no time putting their two cents in on tonight's presidential debate it appears
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a fools guide to not wanting to die anymore
by me, a fool who doesnt wanna die anymore
never make a suicide joke again. yes this includes “i wanna die” as a figure of speech. swear off of it. actually make an effort to change how you think about things.
find something to compliment someone for at least 4 times a day. notice the little things about the world that make you happy, and use that to make other people happy.
talk to people. initiate conversation as often as you possibly can. keep your mind busy and you wont have to worry anymore
picture the bad intrusive thoughts in youe head as an edgy 13 year old and tell them to go be emo somewhere else
if someone makes you feel bad most of the time, stop talking to them. making yourself hang out with people who drain you is self harm. stop it.
If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.
you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy
ok so the other day i was at sears. I was in the baby section. Im standing there looking at clothes and a lady who works there comes up and is like “oh are you expecting?” And i was like “uhhhh” and because im a dumbass i was like “no i already delivered.” And she was like “How long ago?” And i was just like “two weeks.” And she said “wow! You look great! When i had my first son, i looked like a mess for six months. Is it a boy or a girl?” And i was just awkwardly like “a girl….” And she asked her name and i said Chernobyl and she was like “oh what a cute name! It sounds really familiar.” And i honestly just stood there going through all that and pretending i had a human baby two weeks ago named Chernobyl because i didnt wanna tell this poor lady i was buying baby clothes for my fucking baby opossum
If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽
Imagine showing up to work one day and people are like "jesus fucking christ there's a corpse in here", herd you to the back room and everyone who sees you also agrees that there is now a dead body where you are sitting, with the appropriate amount of shock and disgust about it. You figure it's some kind of a prank that they're pulling, but also the people that you know aren't into pranks, or aren't very good actors, are treating you like a corpse. They go weirdly back and forth between talking about you as if you're not there, and politely asking you to stay still while they figure out who you're supposed to call in case of a dead body randomly appearing.
Paramedics show up, study you thoroughly and agree that while they can't see any apparent sign of death, you are, indeed, dead, and ask you to climb aboard the ambulance. You're taken to the temporary corpse storage that hospitals have.
On the way there you ask them whether this kind of shit happens often, and while they won't look at you, the paramedics agree that they've never had a talking corpse before, though they won't question the fact that you're moving on your own.
You're eventually led to a morgue, where you're shown a slab to lay on, and at this point you don't really even question it, you just climb onto the Corpse Shelf and lay down, maybe have a little nap, with no idea what's going to happen next.
Then you wake up to someone walking into the morgue, who has the shit scared out of them when you move, and they're like "dude what the fuck, you're not supposed to be here, this place is for storing dead bodies" and when you're like "aw man sorry I thought I was a dead body" they have no idea whether you're joking and they don't care, you're just chased out of there.
And you just kinda go home and take a shower, show up to work normally the next day and nobody questions it.
And basically that's probably how those ants feel when scientists spray them with the Pheromone That Dead Ants Smell Like, and just hang out at the dead-ant-pile until the smell wears off.
One thing about me is i will sleep elsewhere if i see a spider in my bed
i am unfortunately, really and truly, longing for queerbait. no piece of media will ever make me go more insane than ones with two women who care for each other more deeply than anyone else in the world and who look at each other like they hung the fucking moon and every time they’re in each other’s vicinity there’s this palpable tension.. and then off to the left there’s a painfully average man who they’re fighting over for some reason. he knows maybe two facts about each of them and he gets their birthdays confused if he remembers them at all. these are the building blocks off which the best fanfic you’ve ever read in your life is made
A short comic I made about my experiences as a seasonal worker, and the way places change you.
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if you have old spotify wrapped playlists saved, put your #1 song from every year in the tags, i’m curious
every year Spotify comes up with a new way to call me a gloomy bitch
“i’m looking forward to being friends with all of you for the rest of my life”
*totally canonically unnecessarily gives a pointed look at quinn which makes quinn smile*
A venn diagram with lord huron fans and hozier fans that overlaps with *wanting to run away from modern society and return to nature and maybe do some rotting who knows*
The fact that two of the best second seasons of television I've ever watched both have iconic chaotic family dinner episodes and olivia coleman’s acting is a weird coincidence that I think should be taken into account for the future of visual media.
why does water sometimes taste better than water?
Adulting Life Hacks (Short List)
Buy an air mattress 12+ inches off the ground and a memory foam bed topper or two. It’ll cost hundreds less than a mattress and you’ll sleep just as good if not better.
Wash your sheets once a week if you can. Yes, you will notice a difference.
Never study/read/scroll through tumblr on your bed. Your brain associates activities with places. Associate your bed with sleeping.
Grocery outlets are not below you. You can get the same produce at a steep discount, allowing those on a college sized budget to eat better.
Invest in quality products (laptops, school supplies, clothes, ect) but don’t be outlandish. A laptop that will last you through a doctoral degree is one thing and a $200 pair of jeans is another.
Never go to sleep with makeup on if you can help it.
Cleanse, exfoliate, tone, THEN moisturize.
Tea tree oil shampoos twice a week will heavily combat dandruff and scalp flakes.
Invest in a pair of good sneakers and hiking shoes. Look for pairs at thrift stores and outlets. (I got a pair of leather Timberland boots for $20).
Always carry an umbrella, a lip balm or chapstick, change, and a snack.
Therapy does not mean you are weak or need help. Sometimes talking things out can let your brain focus on more important things.
Stay positive my darlings.
People who caught it put in the tags what year it was and how bad it was and if you had any side effects
reblog and put in the tags a song you hated/didn’t like the first time(s) you heard it but ended up loving after multiple listens.